Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.